Sly - baller Lyrics

Bitch, I'm Geeked I just ordered a meal for $40
Bitch, I'm at the top, I've been moving like a baller
Your pockets are getting shorter, mine are getting taller
She gave me brain like a mfkin scholar

Bitch, I can't talk shit, cause my coworkers are listening
Looking at my pockets and my wrist, yeah, they glistening
Everybody wanna f*cking talk, but they ain't listening
Yeah, you getting on my nerves, I'ma blow this whole place up

Two-two-three inside my closet, yeah, we let it blow
Get the f*ck out of my face, you are not my bro
I hope that you get ran over just letting you know
Bitch, I'm f*cking on your friends, on your f*cking hoe

I just wanna see you f*cking cry
Why you talking shit on me? I hope you f*cking die
If you wanna fist fight, I pull up with a knife
Bitch, I got a reticle I aimed it at your eye

The lyrics in this song are fictional and for entertainment purposes only
Any resemblance to a real persons living or dead
Or actual events is purely coincidental

I would sell my soul just so that you f*cking fail
I'ma send a bullet to your dome through the f*cking mail
Dude, how the f*ck you weak and you fat as hell
Bitch, you're, bitch, you're fatter than my wallet

What the frickin hell

Your life is a joke, I think that you should take it away
Bitch, I'm just mad that I didn't get paid today
This song is a joke, I don't really hate anybody
But if you OD, I'ma throw a f*cking party

Two-two-three inside my closet, yeah, we let it blow
Get the f*ck out of my face, you are not my bro
I hope that you get ran over just letting you know
Bitch, I'm f*cking on your friends, on your f*cking hoe

I just wanna see you f*cking cry
Why you talking shit on me? I hope you f*cking die
If you wanna fist fight, I pull up with a knife
Bitch, I got a reticle I aimed it at your eye